Not Saved

The summer is over

the harvest is past

and we are not saved

        Jeremiah

I wake this early August morning

thinking it is time to ready

and order our work for the coming fall

I wake this morning also to news

of bloody carnage.

a tale of two dazed cities

and one bewildered country

first the settlers killed the Indians

and the Indians killed the settlers

now the nationalists kill the browns

and before long the browns

may kill the whites

when will it end?

what difference will

our puny efforts make

to stop the horror

the bloody bullets?

the only way

is a way of peace,

to end the hateful

unnamed civil war

The summer is over.

The harvest is past

Why are we not saved?

I wrote the above, then listened on my phone to the app Pray-As-You-Go

The scripture for this morning is the story of Jesus praying in the hills while the disciples are almost swamped by a violent storm on the lake, of Jesus appearing, and Peter asking to come to him on the troubled water.

How Peter got out of the boat, started walking on the waves and came toward Jesus. But when he noticed the rough and heavy winds he became frightened, and beginning to sink cried out, “Lord save me!”

Jesus immediately reached out his hand and caught him saying to him, “You have little faith. Why did you doubt?” And held him until he was safe and the storm ceased.

Then the other disciples worshiped him saying, “Truly, you are the son of God.”

It was truly a word for today. Reminding me that, although the “prince of the power of the air” invades troubled young minds through the internet, he has no authority over the destiny of those who follow the Prince of Peace.